On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

Voices in the Dark.

We never know our way around.

The Same, Old Songs.

In distant memories and forgotten dreams...

At the End of the Day.

Somewhere I’d rather be than here.

Echoes in the Distance.

Draped in a tattered, old shroud.

Reflections.

If only what was within was easy to find.

Breaking Surface.

The ghost of a memory hot on our trails.

Away with the Clouds.

Until the next bout of rain...

Methods and Things.

There is no 'process' here.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

‘Numb.’

All I know is that it's okay to feel this way sometimes.

Jig-Saws.

One piece at a time.

All That Is Today.

Forever wide-eyed, forever lost...

Giving My Friends Bookish Descriptions.

I hope to try more things out with my writing in the future.

‘Crazy, Beautiful Minds’.

Just a journal entry from about a week ago.

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